Redsand Canyon Wheat like waves.

Reyson had been patrolling the borders. He had scented Towhee and the impwrstor and had originally planned to take a different route being that they didn't need 3 on onw. Until the scent of cat licked along his senses and he was on edge.

Brutish paws tore across the landscape until he made it to them both. Towhee in position to fight. He crouched and would act as a rear guard.